The Real Work

by Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

We have come to our real work,

And that when we no longer know which way to go

We have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

This is the poem that I have posted on my refrigerator, in my day planner, next to my desk… it is what is getting me through the days, these days. I hope it encourages some of you as well.

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